Oh my, Momma. Did you hit the nail on the head or what?

The way they follow me around you'd think I had a batton and they thought it was parade day.

There's nowhere to hide. And this used to seem like such a big house. How did it get SO small?

And you're right. They don't wanna talk TO you, they wanna talk AT you, to bug you. Good plan, asking them annoying questions. If you can't think of any, watch the Clumps. The old lady is a hoot. She'll give you lots of ideas for ways to make them uncomfortable enough to wanna leave you alone.